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  • It's the 30th Anniversary of my Digital Immigration. As a free-lance video writer/producer, I was working on assignment at Polaroid (remember them?) in Cambridge, Massachusetts. From my Journal entry of Tuesday, January 26, 1982:

    "Today was spent at Polaroid rewriting the PMA speech and preparing to cast the vignettes. I learned to use the word processor and found how much it improves writing. I must learn to strike the keys with less force, but otherwise I felt at home right away."

    It was like an oasis in the middle of a large office space, and I couldn't get over how forgiving the machine was. When you made a mistake--no eraser, no correction tape, no removing paper and starting over--you just hit a key and typed over it. Within a year, I had put a second mortgage on the house and bought a $4,000 word processor from a subsidiary of Exxon. The cost was amortized within a year.
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